Hus Cam Yris Into This Hold, And To The Bedd, Which Is Al Blak, Sche Goth, And Ther With Slep Sche Spak, And In The Wise As Sche Was Bede The Message Of Juno Sche Dede. Fulofte Hir Wordes Sche Reherceth, Er Sche His Slepi Eres Perceth; 3030 With Mochel Wo Bot Ate Laste His Slombrende Yhen He Upcaste And Seide Hir That It Schal Be Do. Wherof Among A Thousend Tho, Withinne His Hous That Slepi Were, In Special He Ches Out There Thre, Whiche Scholden Do This Dede: The Ferste Of Hem, So As I Rede, Was Morphe S, The Whos Nature Is Forto Take The Figure 3040 Of What Persone That Him Liketh, Wherof That He Fulofte Entriketh The Lif Which Slepe Schal Be Nyhte; And Ithecus That Other Hihte, Which Hath The Vois Of Every Soun, The Chiere And The Condicioun Of Every Lif, What So It Is: The Thridde Suiende After This Is Panthasas, Which May Transforme Of Every Thing The Rihte Forme, 3050 And Change It In An Other Kinde. Upon Hem Thre, So As I Finde, Of Swevenes Stant Al Thapparence, Which Otherwhile Is Evidence And Otherwhile Bot A Jape. Bot Natheles It Is So Schape, That Morphe S Be Nyht Al One Appiereth Until Alceone In Liknesse Of Hir Housebonde Al Naked Ded Upon The Stronde, 3060 And Hou He Dreynte In Special These Othre Tuo It Schewen Al. The Tempeste Of The Blake Cloude, The Wode See, The Wyndes Loude, Al This Sche Mette, And Sih Him Dyen; Wherof That Sche Began To Crien, Slepende Abedde Ther Sche Lay, And With That Noise Of Hire Affray Hir Wommen Sterten Up Aboute, Whiche Of Here Ladi Were In Doute, 3070 And Axen Hire Hou That Sche Ferde; And Sche, Riht As Sche Syh And Herde, Hir Swevene Hath Told Hem Everydel. And Thei It Halsen Alle Wel And Sein It Is A Tokne Of Goode; Bot Til Sche Wiste Hou That It Stode, Sche Hath No Confort In Hire Herte, Upon The Morwe And Up Sche Sterte, And To The See, Wher That Sche Mette The Bodi Lay, Withoute Lette 3080 Sche Drowh, And Whan That Sche Cam Nyh, Stark Ded, Hise Harmes Sprad, Sche Syh Hire Lord Flietende Upon The Wawe. Wherof Hire Wittes Ben Withdrawe, And Sche, Which Tok Of Deth No Kepe, Anon Forth Lepte Into The Depe And Wolde Have Cawht Him In Hire Arm. This Infortune Of Double Harm The Goddes Fro The Hevene Above Behielde, And For The Trowthe Of Love, 3090 Which In This Worthi Ladi Stod, Thei Have Upon The Salte Flod Hire Dreinte Lord And Hire Also Fro Deth To Lyve Torned So, That Thei Ben Schapen Into Briddes Swimmende Upon The Wawe Amiddes. And Whan Sche Sih Hire Lord Livende In Liknesse Of A Bridd Swimmende, And Sche Was Of The Same Sort, So As Sche Mihte Do Desport, 3100 Upon The Joie Which Sche Hadde Hire Wynges Bothe Abrod Sche Spradde, And Him, So As Sche Mai Suffise, Beclipte And Keste In Such A Wise, As Sche Was Whilom Wont To Do: Hire Wynges For Hire Armes Tuo Sche Tok, And For Hire Lippes Softe Hire Harde Bile, And So Fulofte Sche Fondeth In Hire Briddes Forme, If That Sche Mihte Hirself Conforme 3110 To Do The Plesance Of A Wif, As Sche Dede In That Other Lif: For Thogh Sche Hadde Hir Pouer Lore, Hir Will Stod As It Was Tofore, And Serveth Him So As Sche Mai. Wherof Into This Ilke Day Togedre Upon The See Thei Wone, Wher Many A Dowhter And A Sone Thei Bringen Forth Of Briddes Kinde; And For Men Scholden Take In Mynde 3120 This Alceoun The Trewe Queene, Hire Briddes Yit, As It Is Seene, Of Alceoun The Name Bere. Lo Thus, Mi Sone, It Mai Thee Stere Of Swevenes Forto Take Kepe, For Ofte Time A Man Aslepe Mai Se What After Schal Betide. Forthi It Helpeth At Som Tyde A Man To Slepe, As It Belongeth, Bot Slowthe No Lif Underfongeth 3130 Which Is To Love Appourtenant. Mi Fader, Upon Covenant I Dar Wel Make This Avou, Of All Mi Lif That Into Nou, Als Fer As I Can Understonde, Yit Tok I Nevere Slep On Honde, Whan It Was Time Forto Wake; For Thogh Myn Yhe It Wolde Take, Min Herte Is Evere Therayein. Bot Natheles To Speke It Plein, 3140 Al This That I Have Seid You Hiere Of My Wakinge, As Ye Mai Hiere, It Toucheth To Mi Lady Swete; For Otherwise, I You Behiete, In Strange Place Whanne I Go, Me List Nothing To Wake So. For Whan The Wommen Listen Pleie, And I Hir Se Noght In The Weie, Of Whom I Scholde Merthe Take, Me List Noght Longe Forto Wake, 3150 Bot If It Be For Pure Schame, Of That I Wolde Eschuie A Name, That Thei Ne Scholde Have Cause Non To Seie, "Ha, Lo, Wher Goth Such On, That Hath Forlore His Contenaunce]" And Thus Among I Singe And Daunce, And Feigne Lust Ther As Non Is. For Ofte Sithe I Fiele This; Of Thoght, Which In Mi Herte Falleth Whanne It Is Nyht, Myn Hed Appalleth, 3160 And That Is For I Se Hire Noght, Which Is The Wakere Of Mi Thoght: And Thus As Tymliche As I May, Fulofte Whanne It Is Brod Day, I Take Of All These Othre Leve And Go My Weie, And Thei Beleve, That Sen Per Cas Here Loves There; And I Go Forth As Noght Ne Were Unto Mi Bedd, So That Al One I Mai Ther Ligge And Sighe And Grone 3170 And Wisshen Al The Longe Nyht, Til That I Se The Daies Lyht. I Not If That Be Sompnolence, Bot Upon Youre Conscience, Min Holi Fader, Demeth Ye. My Sone, I Am Wel Paid With Thee, Of Slep That Thou The Sluggardie Be Nyhte In Loves Compaignie Eschuied Hast, And Do Thi Peine So That Thi Love Thar Noght Pleine: 3180 For Love Upon His Lust Wakende Is Evere, And Wolde That Non Ende Were Of The Longe Nyhtes Set. Wherof That Thou Be War The Bet, To Telle A Tale I Am Bethoght, Hou Love And Slep Acorden Noght. For Love Who That List To Wake Be Nyhte, He Mai Ensample Take Of Cephalus, Whan That He Lay With Aurora That Swete May 3190 In Armes All The Longe Nyht. Bot Whanne It Drogh Toward The Liht, That He Withinne His Herte Sih The Dai Which Was Amorwe Nyh, Anon Unto The Sonne He Preide For Lust Of Love, And Thus He Seide: "O Phebus, Which The Daies Liht Governest, Til That It Be Nyht, And Gladest Every Creature After The Lawe Of Thi Nature,- 3200 Bot Natheles Ther Is A Thing, Which Onli To The Knouleching Belongeth As In Privete To Love And To His Duete, Which Asketh Noght To Ben Apert, Bot In Cilence And In Covert Desireth Forto Be Beschaded: And Thus Whan That Thi Liht Is Faded And Vesper Scheweth Him Alofte, And That The Nyht Is Long And Softe, 3210 Under The Cloudes Derke And Stille Thanne Hath This Thing Most Of His Wille. Forthi Unto Thi Myhtes Hyhe, As Thou Which Art The Daies Yhe, Of Love And Myht No Conseil Hyde, Upon This Derke Nyhtes Tyde With Al Myn Herte I Thee Beseche That I Plesance Myhte Seche With Hire Which Lith In Min Armes. Withdrawgh The Banere Of Thin Armes, 3220 And Let Thi Lyhtes Ben Unborn, And In The Signe Of Capricorn, The Hous Appropred To Satorne, I Preie That Thou Wolt Sojorne, Wher Ben The Nihtes Derke And Longe: For I Mi Love Have Underfonge, Which Lith Hier Be Mi Syde Naked, As Sche Which Wolde Ben Awaked, And Me Lest Nothing Forto Slepe. So Were It Good To Take Kepe 3230 Nou At This Nede Of Mi Preiere, And That The Like Forto Stiere Thi Fyri Carte, And So Ordeigne, That Thou Thi Swifte Hors Restreigne Lowe Under Erthe In Occident, That Thei Towardes Orient Be Cercle Go The Longe Weie. And Ek To Thee, Diane, I Preie, Which Cleped Art Of Thi Noblesse The Nyhtes Mone And The Goddesse, 3240 That Thou To Me Be Gracious: And In Cancro Thin Oghne Hous Ayein Phebus In Opposit Stond Al This Time, And Of Delit Behold Venus With A Glad Yhe. For Thanne Upon Astronomie Of Due Constellacion Thou Makst Prolificacion, And Dost That Children Ben Begete: Which Grace If That I Mihte Gete, 3250 With Al Myn Herte I Wolde Serve Be Nyhte, And Thi Vigile Observe." Lo, Thus This Lusti Cephalus Preide Unto Phebe And To Phebus The Nyht In Lengthe Forto Drawe, So That He Mihte Do The Lawe In Thilke Point Of Loves Heste, Which Cleped Is The Nyhtes Feste, Withoute Slep Of Sluggardie; Which Venus Out Of Compaignie 3260 Hath Put Awey, As Thilke Same, Which Lustles Ferr From Alle Game In Chambre Doth Fulofte Wo Abedde, Whanne It Falleth So That Love Scholde Ben Awaited. But Slowthe, Which Is Evele Affaited, With Slep Hath Mad His Retenue, That What Thing Is To Love Due, Of All His Dette He Paieth Non: He Wot Noght How The Nyht Is Gon 3270 Ne Hou The Day Is Come Aboute, Bot Onli Forto Slepe And Route Til Hyh Midday, That He Arise. Bot Cephalus Dede Otherwise, As Thou, My Sone, Hast Herd Above. Mi Fader, Who That Hath His Love Abedde Naked Be His Syde, And Wolde Thanne Hise Yhen Hyde With Slep, I Not What Man Is He: Bot Certes As Touchende Of Me, 3280 That Fell Me Nevere Yit Er This. Bot Otherwhile, Whan So Is That I Mai Cacche Slep On Honde Liggende Al One, Thanne I Fonde To Dreme A Merie Swevene Er Day; And If So Falle That I May Mi Thought With Such A Swevene Plese, Me Thenkth I Am Somdiel In Ese, For I Non Other Confort Have. So Nedeth Noght That I Schal Crave 3290 The Sonnes Carte Forto Tarie, Ne Yit The Mone, That Sche Carie Hire Cours Along Upon The Hevene, For I Am Noght The More In Evene Towardes Love In No Degree: Bot In Mi Slep Yit Thanne I Se Somwhat In Swevene Of That Me Liketh, Which Afterward Min Herte Entriketh, Whan That I Finde It Otherwise. So Wot I Noght Of What Servise 3300 That Slep To Mannes Ese Doth. Mi Sone, Certes Thou Seist Soth, Bot Only That It Helpeth Kinde Somtyme, In Phisique As I Finde, Whan It Is Take Be Mesure: Bot He Which Can No Slep Mesure Upon The Reule As It Belongeth, Fulofte Of Sodein Chance He Fongeth Such Infortune That Him Grieveth. Bot Who These Olde Bokes Lieveth, 3310 Of Sompnolence Hou It Is Write, Ther May A Man The Sothe Wite, If That He Wolde Ensample Take, That Otherwhile Is Good To Wake: Wherof A Tale In Poesie I Thenke Forto Specefie. Ovide Telleth In His Sawes, How Jupiter Be Olde Dawes Lay Be A Mayde, Which Yo Was Cleped, Wherof That Juno 3320 His Wif Was Wroth, And The Goddesse Of Yo Torneth The Liknesse Into A Cow, To Gon Theroute The Large Fieldes Al Aboute And Gete Hire Mete Upon The Griene. And Therupon This Hyhe Queene Betok Hire Argus Forto Kepe, For He Was Selden Wont To Slepe, And Yit He Hadde An Hundred Yhen, And Alle Alyche Wel Thei Syhen. 3330 Now Herkne Hou That He Was Beguiled. Mercurie, Which Was Al Affiled This Cow To Stele, He Cam Desguised, And Hadde A Pipe Wel Devised Upon The Notes Of Musiqe, Wherof He Mihte Hise Eres Like. And Over That He Hadde Affaited Hise Lusti Tales, And Awaited His Time; And Thus Into The Field He Cam, Where Argus He Behield 3340 With Yo, Which Beside Him Wente. With That His Pype On Honde He Hente, And Gan To Pipe In His Manere Thing Which Was Slepi Forto Hiere; And In His Pipinge Evere Among He Tolde Him Such A Lusti Song, That He The Fol Hath Broght Aslepe. Ther Was Non Yhe Mihte Kepe His Hed, The Which Mercurie Of Smot, And Forth Withal Anon Fot Hot 3350 He Stal The Cow Which Argus Kepte, And Al This Fell For That He Slepte. Ensample It Was To Manye Mo, That Mochel Slep Doth Ofte Wo, Whan It Is Time Forto Wake: For If A Man This Vice Take, In Sompnolence And Him Delite, Men Scholde Upon His Dore Wryte His Epitaphe, As On His Grave; For He To Spille And Noght To Save 3360 Is Schape, As Thogh He Were Ded. Forthi, Mi Sone, Hold Up Thin Hed, And Let No Slep Thin Yhe Englue, Bot Whanne It Is To Resoun Due. Mi Fader, As Touchende Of This, Riht So As I You Tolde It Is, That Ofte Abedde, Whanne I Scholde, I Mai Noght Slepe, Thogh I Wolde; For Love Is Evere Faste Byme, Which Takth No Hiede Of Due Time. 3370 For Whanne I Schal Myn Yhen Close, Anon Min Herte He Wole Oppose And Holde His Scole In Such A Wise, Til It Be Day That I Arise, That Selde It Is Whan That I Slepe. And Thus Fro Sompnolence I Kepe Min Yhe: And Forthi If Ther Be Oght Elles More In This Degre, Now Axeth Forth. Mi Sone, Yis: For Slowthe, Which As Moder Is 3380 The Forthdrawere And The Norrice To Man Of Many A Dredful Vice, Hath Yit An Other Laste Of Alle, Which Many A Man Hath Mad To Falle, Wher That He Mihte Nevere Arise; Wherof For Thou Thee Schalt Avise, Er Thou So With Thiself Misfare, What Vice It Is I Wol Declare. Whan Slowthe Hath Don Al That He May To Dryve Forth The Longe Day, 3390 Til It Be Come To The Nede, Thanne Ate Laste Upon The Dede He Loketh Hou His Time Is Lore, And Is So Wo Begon Therfore, That He Withinne His Thoght Conceiveth Tristesce, And So Himself Deceiveth, That He Wanhope Bringeth Inne, Wher Is No Confort To Beginne, Bot Every Joie Him Is Deslaied: So That Withinne His Herte Affraied 3400 A Thousend Time With O Breth Wepende He Wissheth After Deth, Whan He Fortune Fint Adverse. For Thanne He Wole His Hap Reherce, As Thogh His World Were Al Forlore, And Seith, "Helas, That I Was Bore] Hou Schal I Live? Hou Schal I Do? For Nou Fortune Is Thus Mi Fo, I Wot Wel God Me Wol Noght Helpe. What Scholde I Thanne Of Joies Yelpe, 3410 Whan Ther No Bote Is Of Mi Care? So Overcast Is My Welfare, That I Am Schapen Al To Strif. Helas, That I Nere Of This Lif, Er I Be Fulliche Overtake]" And Thus He Wol His Sorwe Make, As God Him Mihte Noght Availe: Bot Yit Ne Wol He Noght Travaile To Helpe Himself At Such A Nede, Bot Slowtheth Under Such A Drede, 3420 Which Is Affermed In His Herte, Riht As He Mihte Noght Asterte The Worldes Wo Which He Is Inne. Also Whan He Is Falle In Sinne, Him Thenkth He Is So Ferr Coupable, That God Wol Noght Be Merciable So Gret A Sinne To Foryive; And Thus He Leeveth To Be Schrive. And If A Man In Thilke Throwe Wolde Him Consaile, He Wol Noght Knowe 3430 The Sothe, Thogh A Man It Finde: For Tristesce Is Of Such A Kinde, That Forto Meintiene His Folie, He Hath With Him Obstinacie, Which Is Withinne Of Such A Slouthe, That He Forsaketh Alle Trouthe, And Wole Unto No Reson Bowe; And Yit Ne Can He Noght Avowe His Oghne Skile Bot Of Hed: Thus Dwyneth He, Til He Be Ded, 3440 In Hindringe Of His Oghne Astat. For Where A Man Is Obstinat, Wanhope Folweth Ate Laste, Which Mai Noght After Longe Laste, Till Slouthe Make Of Him An Ende. Bot God Wot Whider He Schal Wende. Mi Sone, And Riht In Such Manere Ther Be Lovers Of Hevy Chiere, That Sorwen Mor Than It Is Ned, Whan Thei Be Taried Of Here Sped 3450 And Conne Noght Hemselven Rede, Bot Lesen Hope Forto Spede And Stinten Love To Poursewe; And Thus Thei Faden Hyde And Hewe, And Lustles In Here Hertes Waxe. Hierof It Is That I Wolde Axe, If Thou, Mi Sone, Art On Of Tho. Ha, Goode Fader, It Is So, Outake A Point, I Am Beknowe; For Elles I Am Overthrowe 3460 In Al That Evere Ye Have Seid. Mi Sorwe Is Everemore Unteid, And Secheth Overal My Veines; Bot Forto Conseile Of Mi Peines, I Can No Bote Do Therto; And Thus Withouten Hope I Go, So That Mi Wittes Ben Empeired, And I, As Who Seith, Am Despeired To Winne Love Of Thilke Swete, Withoute Whom, I You Behiete, 3470 Min Herte, That Is So Bestad, Riht Inly Nevere Mai Be Glad. For Be My Trouthe I Schal Noght Lie, Of Pure Sorwe, Which I Drye For That Sche Seith Sche Wol Me Noght, With Drecchinge Of Myn Oghne Thoght In Such A Wanhope I Am Falle, That I Ne Can Unethes Calle, As Forto Speke Of Eny Grace, Mi Ladi Merci To Pourchace. 3480 Bot Yit I Seie Noght For This That Al In Mi Defalte It Is; For I Cam Nevere Yit In Stede, Whan Time Was, That I My Bede Ne Seide, And As I Dorste Tolde: Bot Nevere Fond I That Sche Wolde, For Oght Sche Knew Of Min Entente, To Speke A Goodly Word Assente. And Natheles This Dar I Seie, That If A Sinful Wolde Preie 3490 To God Of His Foryivenesse With Half So Gret A Besinesse As I Have Do To My Ladi, In Lacke Of Askinge Of Merci He Scholde Nevere Come In Helle. And Thus I Mai You Sothli Telle, Save Only That I Crie And Bidde, I Am In Tristesce Al Amidde And Fulfild Of Desesperance: And Therof Yif Me Mi Penance, 3500 Min Holi Fader, As You Liketh. Mi Sone, Of That Thin Herte Siketh With Sorwe, Miht Thou Noght Amende, Til Love His Grace Wol Thee Sende, For Thou Thin Oghne Cause Empeirest What Time As Thou Thiself Despeirest. I Not What Other Thing Availeth, Of Hope Whan The Herte Faileth, For Such A Sor Is Incurable, And Ek The Goddes Ben Vengable: 3510 And That A Man Mai Riht Wel Frede, These Olde Bokes Who So Rede, Of Thing Which Hath Befalle Er This: Now Hier Of What Ensample It Is. Whilom Be Olde Daies Fer Of Mese Was The King Theucer, Which Hadde A Kniht To Sone, Iphis: Of Love And He So Maistred Is, That He Hath Set Al His Corage, As To Reguard Of His Lignage, 3520 Upon A Maide Of Lou Astat. Bot Thogh He Were A Potestat Of Worldes Good, He Was Soubgit To Love, And Put In Such A Plit, That He Excedeth The Mesure Of Reson, That Himself Assure He Can Noght; For The More He Preide, The Lass Love On Him Sche Leide. He Was With Love Unwys Constreigned, And Sche With Resoun Was Restreigned: 3530 The Lustes Of His Herte He Suieth, And Sche For Dred Schame Eschuieth, And As Sche Scholde, Tok Good Hiede To Save And Kepe Hir Wommanhiede. And Thus The Thing Stod In Debat Betwen His Lust And Hire Astat: He Yaf, He Sende, He Spak Be Mouthe, Bot Yit For Oght That Evere He Couthe Unto His Sped He Fond No Weie, So That He Caste His Hope Aweie, 3540 Withinne His Herte And Gan Despeire Fro Dai To Dai, And So Empeire, That He Hath Lost Al His Delit Of Lust, Of Slep, Of Appetit, That He Thurgh Strengthe Of Love Lasseth His Wit, And Resoun Overpasseth. As He Which Of His Lif Ne Rowhte, His Deth Upon Himself He Sowhte, So That Be Nyhte His Weie He Nam, Ther Wiste Non Wher He Becam; 3550 The Nyht Was Derk, Ther Schon No Mone, Tofore The Gates He Cam Sone, Wher That This Yonge Maiden Was And With This Wofull Word, "Helas!" Hise Dedli Pleintes He Began So Stille That Ther Was Noman It Herde, And Thanne He Seide Thus: "O Thou Cupide, O Thou Venus, Fortuned Be Whos Ordinaunce Of Love Is Every Mannes Chaunce, 3560 Ye Knowen Al Min Hole Herte, That I Ne Mai Your Hond Asterte; On You Is Evere That I Crie, And Yit You Deigneth Noght To Plie, Ne Toward Me Youre Ere Encline. Thus For I Se No Medicine To Make An Ende Of Mi Querele, My Deth Schal Be In Stede Of Hele. Ha, Thou Mi Wofull Ladi Diere, Which Duellest With Thi Fader Hiere 3570 And Slepest In Thi Bedd At Ese, Thou Wost Nothing Of My Desese. Hou Thou And I Be Now Unmete. Ha Lord, What Swevene Schalt Thou Mete, What Dremes Hast Thou Nou On Honde? Thou Slepest There, And I Hier Stonde. Thogh I No Deth To The Deserve, Hier Schal I For Thi Love Sterve, Hier Schal A Kinges Sone Dye For Love And For No Felonie; 3580 Wher Thou Therof Have Joie Or Sorwe, Hier Schalt Thou Se Me Ded Tomorwe. O Herte Hard Aboven Alle, This Deth, Which Schal To Me Befalle For That Thou Wolt Noght Do Me Grace, Yit Schal Be Told In Many A Place, Hou I Am Ded For Love And Trouthe In Thi Defalte And In Thi Slouthe: Thi Daunger Schal To Manye Mo Ensample Be For Everemo, 3590 Whan Thei My Wofull Deth Recorde." And With That Word He Tok A Corde, With Which Upon The Gate Tre He Hyng Himself, That Was Pite. The Morwe Cam, The Nyht Is Gon, Men Comen Out And Syhe Anon Wher That This Yonge Lord Was Ded: Ther Was An Hous Withoute Red, For Noman Knew The Cause Why; Ther Was Wepinge And Ther Was Cry. 3600 This Maiden, Whan That Sche It Herde, And Sih This Thing Hou It Misferde, Anon Sche Wiste What It Mente, And Al The Cause Hou It Wente To Al The World Sche Tolde It Oute, And Preith To Hem That Were Aboute To Take Of Hire The Vengance, For Sche Was Cause Of Thilke Chaunce, Why That This Kinges Sone Is Split. Sche Takth Upon Hirself The Gilt, 3610 And Is Al Redi To The Peine Which Eny Man Hir Wole Ordeigne: And Bot If Eny Other Wolde, Sche Seith That Sche Hirselve Scholde Do Wreche With Hire Oghne Hond, Thurghout The World In Every Lond That Every Lif Therof Schal Speke, Hou Sche Hirself I Scholde Wreke. Sche Wepth, Sche Crith, Sche Swouneth Ofte, Sche Caste Hire Yhen Up Alofte 3620 And Seide Among Ful Pitously: "A Godd, Thou Wost Wel It Am I, For Whom Iphis Is Thus Besein: Ordeine So, That Men Mai Sein A Thousend Wynter After This, Hou Such A Maiden Dede Amis, And As I Dede, Do To Me: For I Ne Dede No Pite To Him, Which For Mi Love Is Lore, Do No Pite To Me Therfore." 3630 And With This Word Sche Fell To Grounde Aswoune, And Ther Sche Lay A Stounde. The Goddes, Whiche Hir Pleigntes Herde And Syhe Hou Wofully Sche Ferde, Hire Lif Thei Toke Awey Anon, And Schopen Hire Into A Ston After The Forme Of Hire Ymage Of Bodi Bothe And Of Visage. And For The Merveile Of This Thing Unto The Place Cam The King 3640 And Ek The Queene And Manye Mo; And Whan Thei Wisten It Was So, As I Have Told It Heir Above, Hou That Iphis Was Ded For Love, Of That He Hadde Be Refused, Thei Hielden Alle Men Excused And Wondren Upon The Vengance. And Forto Kepe In Remembrance, This Faire Ymage Mayden Liche With Compaignie Noble And Riche 3650 With Torche And Gret Sollempnite. To Salamyne The Cite Thei Lede, And Carie Forth Withal The Dede Corps, And Sein It Schal Beside Thilke Ymage Have His Sepulture And Be Begrave: This Corps And This Ymage Thus Into The Cite To Venus, Wher That Goddesse Hire Temple Hadde, Togedre Bothe Tuo Thei Ladde. 3660 This Ilke Ymage As For Miracle Was Set Upon An Hyh Pinacle, That Alle Men It Mihte Knowe, And Under Tht Thei Maden Lowe A Tumbe Riche For The Nones Of Marbre And Ek Of Jaspre Stones, Wherin This Iphis Was Beloken, That Evermor It Schal Be Spoken. And For Men Schal The Sothe Wite, Thei Have Here Epitaphe Write, 3670 As Thing Which Scholde Abide Stable: The Lettres Graven In A Table Of Marbre Were And Seiden This: "Hier Lith, Which Slowh Himself, Iphis, For Love Of Araxarathen: And In Ensample Of Tho Wommen, That Soffren Men To Deie So, Hire Forme A Man Mai Sen Also, Hou It Is Torned Fleissh And Bon Into The Figure Of A Ston: 3680 He Was To Neysshe And Sche To Hard. Be War Forthi Hierafterward; Ye Men And Wommen Bothe Tuo, Ensampleth You Of That Was Tho: Lo Thus, Mi Sone, As I Thee Seie, It Grieveth Be Diverse Weie In Desepeir A Man To Falle, Which Is The Laste Branche Of Alle Of Slouthe, As Thou Hast Herd Devise. Wherof That Thou Thiself Avise 3690 Good Is, Er That Thou Be Deceived, Wher That The Grace Of Hope Is Weyved. Mi Fader, Hou So That It Stonde, Now Have I Pleinly Understonde Of Slouthes Court The Proprete, Wherof Touchende In My Degre For Evere I Thenke To Be War. Bot Overthis, So As I Dar, With Al Min Herte I You Beseche, That Ye Me Wolde Enforme And Teche 3700 What Ther Is More Of Youre Aprise In Love Als Wel As Otherwise, So That I Mai Me Clene Schryve. Mi Sone, Whyl Thou Art Alyve And Hast Also Thi Fulle Mynde, Among The Vices Whiche I Finde Ther Is Yit On Such Of The Sevene, Which Al This World Hath Set Unevene And Causeth Manye Thinges Wronge, Where He The Cause Hath Underfonge: 3710 Wherof Hierafter Thou Schalt Hiere The Forme Bothe And The Matiere. Explicit Liber Quartus.